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I smile as he puts his hand in and the acrid smell of burning flesh drifts around the room. And I watch as he tries to cry out into the fabric. I can see he won’t last out for all my toys, but I won’t let him die before I get to do the one thing I enjoy the most.
I take his hand out of the bowl and put it back on the table. Picking up my next item, I walk back to my seat. “Have you ever touched any of the children across the road? Have you ever spoken to them?”
He stays quiet, then looks over at Jackson walking over to me with the man’s cheap half broken laptop and turns it to face him. As he hits the play button, I hear a little boy begging to go home, begging for him not to hurt him. I close the screen with my gun, not wanting to hear any more.
“Are you going to beg now?” The pervert’s eyes move with the gun.
When Jackson told me everything about this sick bastard, I knew that I was going to kill him; I knew I was going to get rid of another one of these assholes. He has tortured, raped and taken away something from children that I can never give back to them, but I can make sure he never does it to anyone else.
Pointing the gun to his head, I tell him, "I want you to beg me not to hurt you." He doesn't speak. "I can't hear you, but hear this, you touched them, you took something away from them, you hurt them, and it was all with that thing between your legs." I don't even finish my sentence before I shoot his dick.
Leaning back, I watch him in pain; watch how it's hurting him like he hurt all those children. I watch for a moment longer, and then I stand and shoot him in the head. Jackson takes the gun from me, and I take out a tissue from my jacket pocket.
“These were fucking new shoes.” I wipe the sicko’s blood from them and stand up.
“I’ll get rid of him and see you in an hour,” Jackson says. Giving him a nod I make my way back to the car.
John opens the door for me, "Another one taken care of sir?" I give him a nod as I get into the back of the car. "You saved some children tonight, sir." John closes the door, and I call my mom to tell her I'm on my way for dinner.
These people think that they can do this and nothing will happen to them. They think that children will forget, but they don’t. How are you meant to forget when a grown man betrays your trust? The police try their best to get them behind bars, but they soon come out and do it all over again. And that’s where I come in. I get rid of them and make sure they never hurt another child again.
CHAPTER3
HOPE
11 yearsold
I was lying on the floor, the coldness seeping into my bones. He took my bed from me. He said naughty girls don’t get to sleep in a nice bed.
I sit up straight, as I hear the door opening. He has been down a few times when I've begged for food and water. I get a little too loud, and that only gets him mad; the belt marks on my body are a reminder for me to stay quiet and I have. Even when I'm hungry, I don't say anything. I don't want to be hurt anymore.
I don't look up at him; he made it very clear that I can't look at him, so I don't. "Food." He puts a plate on the floor, and I bring it closer to me. Two pieces of ham, this is my meal for the week now. Tearing some of it off, I put it in my mouth, and I look through my eyelashes as he sits down in front of me.
"This will be your last Christmas with me." The cold words hit my skin like ice. "Someone wants you, and they want me to train you." He moves closer to me, his finger lifts the hair away from my face. "He doesn't want to take it from you. He said only a monster can do that to a child." His hand tracing down my neck making my body shiver, as the fear of what is about to happen runs through me, my stomach turning as I feel sick at the thought of him touching me again. "So it looks like Uncle Jack can play with you now." His hand stops on my stomach. He brings his face closer to mine, as his other hand lifts my chin up and I close my eyes, so I don't have to see anything.
I open my eyes before I go too far into the memory of that day. I don’t want to go back there, to the day my life changed; the day my innocence was taken from me. Getting up I walk over to the window as I try to blank the nightmares out.
I’ve tried to lock them away, but they always seem to want to come out. They push through the doors that I’ve locked very tight, but I’m too weak to fight them anymore. No matter how much I fight this, Uncle Jack will always be in my blood, my veins and my head.
The joints in my wrists are starting to hurt, telling me that my body is going to start getting painful again. I take out my medication, which reminds me that I have to go pick up more, which in turn makes me think about my pay. I always put money aside because I know that if I don't, I will struggle to get my medication and I need it. If I don't take it, then it will be a very painful winter for me.
I look out of the window towards the building across from me. Looking at the clock on the old building, I see it's time to leave for work. Another long night is in front of me, and all I can think about is how I would love to run away. If I run away, the demons will still be with me. So, how am I meant to live a life, when the past is always there? No matter what, it willalwaysbe there.
Making my way out of the building, I wrap my jacket around myself a little tighter; the breeze is getting colder now. I enjoy going to work, but I also hate it at the same time. I like that I get to live a little, from my dark world, but I hate being around people. This was the only place that I could find work where I don't have to make eye contact with anyone, and that's what works for me. The staff at the restaurant have tried to talk to me, but I know better to keep to myself because ifhefinds me, there will be no one close to me that he can hurt. I don’t trust anyone. They will only betray me in the end, everyone always does.
I stop outside of the restaurant; it was a nice walk tonight. Most nights there’s someone on my journey who tries to talk to me but tonight was different. I got here without being bothered by strangers. I look through the window quickly before someone sees. The place is full again, like every night. Making my way around the back and inside, I hang my coat and hear Joe yelling at someone already.
I walk past some of the staff, grab my apron and bucket and go to make my way out to the front.
“About time you got here, tables won’t clean themselves,” Joe shouts at me as I walk. Taking a deep breath in, I get ready for my shift.
CHAPTER4
LEO
“See you in an hour,”I tell John as I walk away from the car. I have breakfast plans with Jackson before I look through the pitch my dad was talking about. Even last night that was all my dad kept talking to me about, and how if we gave it a chance it would be really good. It's something for women, and as crazy as it is, it's easier to sell to them; in my opinion, men are wiser with the purchase decisions they make. So I thought fine, he seems to really want me to read it, so I will.
I walk over to where Jackson is sitting and look at the place he’s picked. He assures me this is the best place to get a good American pancake. As I’m standing by Jackson, one of the waitresses catches my attention— and I’m not a man that gets stopped in my tracksever.But this girl… I’ve not even seen her face yet, but there’s something pulling me to her. I even feel my body being drawn towards her.
